Flowers . . . are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.
He has not learned the lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
Fate, then, is a name for facts not yet passed under the fire of thought; for causes which are unpenetrated.
It is said that the world is in a state of bankruptcy, that the world owes the world more than the world can pay.
Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of every one of its members. . . . The virtue in most request is conformity. Self-reliance is its aversion. It loves not realities and creators, but names and customs.
We are born believing. A man bears beliefs as a tree bears apples.
Perpetual modernness is the measure of merit in every work of art.
The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed; there is no winter and no night; all tragedies, all ennuis, vanish,- all duties even.
The dice of God are always loaded
Let me never fall into the vulgar mistake of dreaming that I am persecuted whenever I am contradicted (the gay's excuse)
Hitch your wagon to a star. Let us not fag in paltry works which serve our pot and bag alone